Dear Dad

Look’n back on life through a maze.

Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,

in a childlike gaze.

The laughter in a game of tag,

show memories always remain...

2 innocence in youthful eyes,

finding the friends to Dad's surprise.

I recall my first bike, first wreck,

who pick’d me up, said, "What the hell?"

He convinced me 2 give one more try,

while knees skinned, I forgot 2 cry.

Just the joy know’n he’s always there,

making him proud was the only care.

There was nothing I could not do,

my heart held fast...

His words 2 be true.

Teenage years were always rough,

I'm sure I wasn't 2 big or tough.

He taught me 2 defend what's right

and told me 2 never back down from a fight.

So I learned the hard way 2 stand,

still with each lump on the head,

I found his hand.

Drawing from that his inner strength,

and his stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate is drawn,

soon as I blinked... he were gone.

I found myself facing the storm,

not man, not boy, but fatherless one.

These eyes are blinded by a void inside,

I could not live with the fact that he had died.

Alas finding it 2 be true,

I could set myself to do nothing without him.

Dear Dad, today can you just hear my call,

I'm sorry that I dropped that ball.

My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,

my emotions well.... their undisciplined.

I can't seem to get up, although I try,

please don't be upset your little boy cry.

Though I can not fight what I can not see,

Dear Dad, say you're still proud of me.